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NEW YORK I LOVE YOU A PERSONAL DIARY OF JEFF BUCKLEY

Ok guys after almost ten years I finally published my book about Jeff Buckley with the title:

"NEW YORK I LOVE YOU

A PERSONAL DIARY OF JEFF BUCKLEY"

written in english and italian so you can read both version in the same book!!Is a kind of a short diary that Jeff writes from above where he has joined his father Tim; he speaks in first person about himself, his friends, his life....

If you are interested about my book you can write to me and I will send you a copy. The book has this code

ISBN: 9 788895 846095

The price is 10 euro by PAYPAL

my email: giuliacortella@gmail.com

Ciao Guys from Verona Italy THE CITY OF ROMEO AND JULIET!!!WITH LOVEGiulia

PROLOGO

During his life, Jeff Buckley lived what could be seen as four magnificent seasons.

The first, a Winter, in California, where from his birth, dense clouds prevailed over his destiny and fatal omens crowded his young life!

A fortunate Spring, in New York, a time of love and hope and where his talent was discovered. Where he found a loyal partner in life, Rebecca More, who loved him in return and with whom he achieved two fold a dream. A dream which he had never consciously conceived!

A suffocating and hot Summer, touring endlessly around the world, where his voice charmed the globe and the fruits of his heartfelt labor spread far and wide!

And finally, an Autumn, a sunset, the moment when it all came to an end! The last season of his life, lived in the South of the U.S.A., where the great river, with force enfolded him into its arms and swept him away from us, Forever!

And so while living only one admirable cycle of life, he traveled to all four of the cardinal points of the world … From California, in the East, to New York in the west and then North to Europe. Here during his tours he explored all the amazing places that the globe offered and many had the great fortune of knowing him.

And then in the end, tired from all his roaming, he set his sails to follow the moon and found refuge in the South, in the warm cotton fields. In the South where American music has its origins, in the south where he felt his mother’s sunny nature, in some way, calling him to her. And while a trip to Panama, with his new partner, Joan Wasser, had been planned, he never got the chance to set sail or explore what lay further South.

PRELUDIO

If I think back on my life, this is the only question to which I have no answer.

It was so wonderful that night, in the water, strong and icy water, a vigorously overpowering wave that I needed ... A dive into happiness.

Why am I dead? Why did I so stupidly sore away or better sink so deep that I could no longer breathe nor live? Why?

I know that you are asking yourselves the same thing, that this death did not shock only me.

So together let’s look at the endless reasons for death so that it assimilates a coherent meaning. A meaning that is clear for us, more familiar, so much so that it becomes acceptable. Let’s enclose this death into a logical pattern, in the plausible circle of life, a fatal life.

But instead we cannot, as it can’t be done with me.

I am not the usual madman. It is impossible to confuse me with others, to understand me or rate me. Here he is, the mysterious white boy that you would have liked to meet. The boy of dreams, fruit of a dream himself. An unknown talent, an unpredictable, foolish minstrel that passed on in this way, amongst the laughter that fades in the dark, at the fall ofsudden silence, on the horizon of a dull May evening.

I still love you all, as I always did during my brief life and wish you could feel this corresponding love, although in some way I know that you do. I miss you, all of you and even now I feel a bit lonely, as I used to so long ago!

It was beautiful that evening, at the closing of the spring, beautiful and so terribly sad, as with many other things in life!Although during this moment of sadness, I was still able to be happy and I was and so the two contrasting emotions battled on against each other.

For me it was a frequent occurrence, those days where you felt suspended in time, waiting for something to happen, in an undefined and curious state.

That day had not been anything special, just a day to end a stretch of hard work that had finally come to an end.

But I felt confident and free, like a boy from the mountains with good shoes and a head on his shoulders.

I have pale skin, so pale and delicate that at times my eyes stand out and are sunken at the same time! My face is sharp and defined, I am not handsome but not to be discarded either! I am sensual, if you listen to the ladies and my name is Jeff Scott, and to wear it is also to be a Buckley!

I remember from that night, the great river that for days had been enticing me into her waters! Those waters that flowed towards the Mississippi!Yearning for the embrace of the Father river of all American rivers.That current, that immense stretch of water, pushing in one direction, sure, fast and fascinating, invited me in.

“Let’s stop a while, here along the banks!”

As had often happened at other moments in my life, I was used to improvising, seizing the moment, welcoming unpredictable situations, even the most unexpected ones! “Whole Lotta Love!” was the most amazing rock song, written just after my birth. I love Robert Plat’s voice, which you might agree, is very similar to mine! What energy, strength, fantasy and life there is in this song “Whole Lotta Love!” We, my inseparable companion and I, sang at the top of our voices to the radio! My heart felt strong and at that moment I dove into the river, fully clothed.

I am the crazier of the two, the real madman of the group, the fool, the funny guy, the ridiculous man. “Whole Lotta Love!” I am the one without brakes, the one that must always take things to the extreme, experience things first hand! And from these dangerous and unusual experiences, I would transform, the intense emotions, into music!

Music is like a river for me, where all the streams flow into one great current. Just like this wonderful river that is inviting me in, even though the sky and waters are darkening. Now I remember that icy water, strong and full of vigor and life! That water, that after so much work, I decided to dive into so as to feel content and full of glorious sounds.

Why, why that night, at the onset of dusk, at the moment in which the river flowed even more and with heavy shoes that bound my feet so that I couldn’t swim? I remember how my clothes were soaked and slowly wrapped around me in a frozen grip, weighing me down unexpectedly. I found myself battling the water, using all of the energy that I had to stay afloat, as I am unfit; to swim, to beat the cold in a senseless fight between the river and I.

Further and further away from the banks I move, into the vibrating water that becomes stronger and stronger. I battled my way towards the opposite bank, towards the far off landing, on a dangerously foolish and impossible crossing until all of a sudden, with a final unpredictable push, I tumbled over and over in the water … and then there was nothing!

The air of the South is charged with an array of perfumes. It is a sweet and welcoming place for a so called gypsy like me, who was always in search of new emotions! These places filled me with rhythm and melodies and now I am ready to leave again with a new love in my life.

Years have gone by and still I have not had enough time to create music, write fully and compose freely without the suggestions of others and the need for substances, drugs, alcohol or without being dammed.

Inside me lies an extraordinary attraction to life, to its shapes and colors and lights that for me become notes, sounds, cords and melodies. Until now I have expressed too little of myself. I have not had a break and I am a bit tired from all this fame that is behind me.

Tonight I need to recharge, I want to dive into the waters and wash away the pressures that I carry.

My life was intense! I have felt pain and joy, discomfort and hope. I have known many, loved powerfully and been loved immensely. I have always been backed up by personal pride and a lucid disillusionment of life.But it is this act of love that surrounds you in the light or darkness, at the moment of death!

Life has been a challenge ever since I was a small boy and I grew up quickly, as is the case with any child that lacks the love of a parent. I always filled the void by listening to music, all kinds of music, harmonious, strange, deafening, sweet, exotic, melodious, screaming, sad or eerie music. I have always listened to music, I was born with music and song and now here I still sing and play as always.

Why am I here? Suspended, passive and surprised!I am surprised by the love there is in the world for me and that I am unable return that love even though I would love to! I would love to be able to sing about the love that is growing for me. I should have considered your love, remained close to you but now I am suspended and far away and although I am not sad, I wait!

I know that I will see you soon, I will see my most dearest soon and those that loved me and that love me still. I know that we will live in the most beautiful light and everything will finally come together in harmony and no longer will there be conflict!

I have found my father here and finally I am with him! No longer can he escape me and now we are always together and he is happy! He says that now he knows what life is, what life’s real meaning is and he squeezes my hand as if he is scared I will run away from him as he did from me!

“What are you doing here little soldier?” he asks and how strange it is. He is like a kid to me, as I am in fact older than him. This makes me sad but I love him and reassure him that I will never leave him alone.

I too am surprised! “I am not sure what I am doing here either!” I say and we look into each other’s eyes in silence without knowing what to say! Our similarities, our brief lives and the blood that runs through our veins attract us to one another even though we are like strangers!

“Why now, dad?Why did this happen right now when I still have so much to do, a new disc to record and all my hard work that I had waited, traveled, studied, sweated and sacrificed for?”

And not even you can tell me dad! You who so stupidly passed one evening in summer! I feel so alone. I wish that my mother could be here to help me find the courage and strength which to tell the truth often I lack. And when the loneliness and unanswered questions fall at our feet, here is my voice and I find myself again.

Music is all that I am, even here I sing but with my father! Our voices blend together and it is beautiful and only now do we understand each other fully and discover how similar we were and are!

I miss you all, I was happy to live! This is the myth of an unfair death by happiness!